EFB Chapter 2772 The wind is particularly noisy tonight
Chapter 2772 The wind is particularly noisy tonight
Chapter 2772 The wind is particularly noisy tonight
His body was damaged, and the Taoist priest fled.
On Chen En Cliff, everyone gasped in astonishment. Killing an immortal with a single punch—was this the power of the Great Heavenly Demon?
Furthermore, Bai Zhantian is a very special one among the gods of Lingxu. He firmly believes not only in "one force can overcome ten techniques", but also in "one force can break all laws". Therefore, he has spent his whole life pursuing the ultimate and pure power.
The embodiment of its divine nature is "to learn from the strengths of others and use them for one's own purposes" in order to achieve the ultimate power of the individual. Bai Zhantian firmly believes that this is the ultimate essence of "power".
It's easy to imagine that for immortals and cultivators who specialize in supernatural powers, this is a scourge. In ancient times, Bai Zhantian was already a notorious killer of immortals.
Seeing that Cong Lu Dao Ren's primordial spirit was about to escape, Bai Zhan Tian smiled coldly and reached out to grab him and crush him.
At that moment, an arrow shot down from the sky.
Its angle was tricky and its distance was precisely calculated. If Bai Zhantian continued to reach out, his knuckles would surely be pierced. With the strength of his True Immortal body, he shouldn't be afraid of this small arrow, but Bai Zhantian stopped and took a step back, looking up at the sky.
He didn't hear the "whoosh" of the arrow cutting through the air until it hit the ground.
Arrows travel faster than sound, thanks to the amazing spiritual sense of the Hundred Battles Heaven.
Furthermore, the arrow vanished upon landing, leaving only a shallow crater on the ground, inconspicuous on a battlefield of this scale.
But Bai Zhantian knew that if the arrow had hit Him, the effect would have been completely different!
There's no reason why, but He just knows.
In mid-air, a figure headed straight for them.
It was a large white bird, with two people riding on its back. The person in front, wearing black helmet and armor, looked more like a sculpture than a living person when he was still.
He was also holding a crossbow in his hand.
That arrow just now was shot by him.
In fact, this was not the ordinary equipment he was issued when he first joined the Great Wind Army. The crossbow was a gift from Master Sun, supposedly made by Dean Xu himself, though Dean Xu never admitted it. The arrows, on the other hand, were sent by the Great Shaman Zhaomandu, each arrowhead made of meteorite iron from outer space, supposedly a bargain he found in some unknown small town during his travels, costing him only eight taels of silver in total.
But these arrows are inexhaustible, because they disappear automatically after being shot and return to the quiver. They also have many other wonderful uses, which need not be detailed here.
There was another person on the bird's back, but Bai Zhantian ignored him because the black-armored warrior beckoned to him with a finger, the meaning of which was very clear:
Come on, let's fight!
When Bai Zhantian charged into Panlong Army as if it were nothing, and after he casually killed Panlong's generals and immortals, there were still people who dared to be so arrogant and provoke him!
Bai Zhantian narrowed his eyes, flicked the Bloodblade Axe in his hand, and threw it toward the Great White Bird.
This was the third time he had thrown the axe; the previous two times it had ended in murder.
This time, the Bloodblade Flying Axe flew out again, and it was different from the previous two times. It grew as soon as it was exposed to the wind, and it began to change as soon as it left Bai Zhantian's hand. With each rotation, its size increased, and before it had traveled halfway, it had already transformed into a giant axe—the handle alone was three zhang long.
The surface of the giant axe was shrouded in a bloody aura, condensing the power of countless blood demons; this is the origin of the name "Blood Blade Flying Axe".
In the first two instances, Bai Zhantian only used it as a vessel for his teleportation. It wasn't until this black-armored warrior appeared that the Blood Blade Flying Axe was finally about to unleash its true power. As soon as it took to the sky, half the sky was obscured by blood-red light, and even the falling Emperor's Dew was stained red, making it both demonic and eerie.
The power of this strike could split mountains and cleave peaks, and sever the flow of rivers.
Bai Zhantian finally revealed his true strength because he had vaguely guessed the identity of the black-armored warrior.
How many people in the world possess such formidable power and dare to calmly provoke even a great deity? How many are there on this Panlong battlefield?
Faced with the Blood Blade Flying Axe, the Great White Bird was in mid-air, its feathers practically standing on end.
It was originally exceptionally agile, but upon seeing the giant axe flying towards it, it felt as if it were locked in place from all directions, unable to escape its attack range no matter which way it flew. The sky was so vast, and it possessed so many supernatural powers, yet in its haste, it seemed as if there was no way to escape, no glimmer of hope.
Fortunately, it doesn't need to come up with a solution now, because He Lingchuan has also thrown out the Floating Life Blade.
These two weapons, one large and one small, are both the natal magical artifacts of their respective parties.
In contrast, the Floating Life Blade doesn't have many dazzling special effects when it's used; it's just a simple flash of cold light. It has always been an ordinary-looking treasured sword, only unleashing its terrifying power in the hands of its master.
In the blink of an eye, the two peerless blades clashed. But this was not a contest between the two weapons, but rather a meeting of their masters, Tian Jing.
The white bird felt a sudden lightness in its body as Tiger Wing General vanished from its back.
Xu Shichu stared intently ahead, for General Hu Yi's figure appeared there, directly beneath the axe blade!
Compared to the mountain-like giant axe, he was so insignificant, as if he were trying to hold up a collapsing building by himself.
Xu Shi's original intention was in his throat.
The moment the Floating Life Blade and the Blood Blade Axe clashed, both of their masters were present.
Yes, He Lingchuan and the Floating Life Blade are of one mind, and He Lingchuan also has the ability to move with the blade.
At the critical moment, two peerless experts appeared beside their weapons, delivering the most terrifying and intense clash since the start of the Battle of Mingsha Forest.
This collision was full of passion, as brilliant as summer fireworks.
Just as the troops on the ground were about to look up, they heard a long, resounding clang, like a great bell, that made everyone's heart tremble. Those nearby even had to cover their ears to avoid being dizzy from the shock.
The shockwaves in mid-air were visualized, spreading outwards like ripples.
Bai Like had the foresight to fold his wings and sink as soon as He Lingchuan left; otherwise, he would have been caught in the crossfire and thrown hundreds of feet away.
Then came a loud bang. Something was knocked down from mid-air, sending dust billowing across the ground.
The wind on the battlefield was particularly fierce tonight, blowing away the dust and sand in the blink of an eye. The nearby Bega soldiers stared in disbelief, for standing proudly there was none other than the warrior in black helmet and black armor!
Directly in front of him, a straight, deep trench had been carved out of the ground, reaching an astonishing length of seventy zhang and a depth of more than five zhang, enough to easily fill five stories.
Even if it were assigned to engineers, digging such a deep trench would take a long time, yet the two powerful figures in battle could cause such destruction in an instant. Everyone watching felt their scalps tingle—even if they had abundant Yuan energy, escaping from such an attack would probably be a pipe dream.
He Lingchuan stood proudly on the spot, surrounded by Bega soldiers, but not one of them dared to step forward to provoke him. They all voluntarily gave up a large open space.